Chapter Eleven

Chapter Eleven

Mikey was dead? No. She was lying. Liar! How dare she lie to me. Mikey loved me. He would never leave. Never. He promised me. I fell on the ground. Screaming. Crying. Choking.

I hated this woman. She was lying to me. Mikey wasn’t dead. I needed to get out of here. I needed to find Mikey. I got up. I started running towards the door.

“Maria, please sit down.”

“Maria, please calm down.”

“Maria, you can’t leave.”

“Maria, you need to listen to me.”

I turned around. I glared at her. She didn’t want me to leave. If I did I would find Mikey. Then I’d know he wasn’t really dead. She wanted me to think that. So I couldn’t leave. Cos Mikey wasn’t dead. He couldn’t be. HE WASN’T DEAD.

“MIKEY ISN’T DEAD!”

“Maria, I am afraid Michael is dead.”

“LIAR!”

“Maria, I am here to help you cope with the loss of Mikey.” She said switching to a softer tone.

How dare she call him Mikey. How dare she lie to me. How dare she. How freaking dare she. I put my hands out. I started running. I was going to hurt her.

The door behind me opened. Three men sprinted in. One grabbed my right arm, one grabbed my left, and the third grabbed both my ankles. They slammed me down on the carpet. It didn’t seem so soft now. I screamed at them. I cursed at them. I scratched them. I kicked them. I bit them. They didn’t let go.

“Maria, I understand what you’re going through. You’re confused. You’re angry. You’re hurt. But that doesn’t mean it’s okay to be angry with us or to try to hurt us.”

SHE was in my face again. I started screaming. My eyes burned. My body burned. My heart burned. I couldn’t breathe. I was on fire.